If your day starts with tiny voices, tiny bottoms, and cleaning faces, you might be a mother...
If you consider the choices between a shower and a quick lunch (yes, noon is the time for showers, right?), you might be a mother.
If you choose the t-shirt of the day based on the one that most hides the snot when it's wiped on your shoulder, you might be a mother.
If you've been peed on, pooped on, wiped someone else's runny nose, cleaned up vomit and held your own in, and still smiled when it all happened in one hour, you might be a mother.
If your medicine cabinet consists of tummy meds, little noses spray, baby pain reliever, and a large bottle of adult Tylenol, you might be a mother.
If you think that "Johnson's" is the scent of choice, for baby and yourself, you might be a mother.
If you firmly believe that there are 5 staples to everyone's necessary diet and that they include 1- chicken nuggets, 2- mac n cheese, 3- peanut butter and jelly, 4- hot dogs, and 5-crackers, you might be a mother.
but most of all...
If you find that your heart moves outside your body because it belongs to a little person... or two... or three... or more... you are most definitely a mother.